Role

Chapter 9

I do not have the answers to everything. In many ways, I have the answer
to nothing. Of myself however, I have learned something dangerous. When I
deal in magic, whether it was back when I used the magic of my guild, or
even now with the baubles I wear that contain their own destructing
magic, I lust over power. The delicious feeling it brings when it builds
up in my veins. Magic brings with it something terrible that I fear will
throw me from my path, no matter the School I follow.

Should I lust for power, I would again lust for death. Power is not the
truth of life. The love of power is the love of death. Such is something
I'd forgotten in my learnings. By yearning for power, I would fall prey
to myself. I, would become my own downfall on my path. Were I to allow
this, I would be no better than the Necromancer I had branded myself as
when I left the Academy.

No longer. If I am to seek to become something more, I must make an
ultimate sacrifice. If magic is to continue to be a bane that I must
fight to control... Then I will not seek a path toward new magic. I would
have magic stripped from my veins that I may find -new- life and purpose.


I would enter the Guild of Healers.